The Winged Angel

Chapter Twelve

The sun was starting to go down by the time I got closer to the farm. Although there was still sunlight it was very apparent the sun would be completely gone in an hour or two.

"She's back!" Gleen yells as he ran to the farm gate to open them for me up. Smiling I made my way on the bike to Daryl's small camp. The least I could do was bring it back to where he had it. Daryl would for sure have a mouth full for me.

"Where the hell were you?" Rick asked making his way to the small camp. He was obviously angry.

"Just had to get some girly things," I replied innocently with a small smile.

Rick's face showed he was in deep thought before he wanted to respond, "Well next time tell us. Not only is it dangerous but you stole Daryl's bike and ran off,". The sheriff was mad at me but chose his words carefully.

Nodding we both started to make our way back to where the rest of the group was. Dinner will be happening soon and I for sure don't want to miss it tonight.

"Walker!" Andrea screams loudly while perched on top of the RV with a rifle. Since when did she take watch?

"Just the one?" Somebody yelled back to her. 

"I bet I could get it from her," Andrea stated cockily while positioning the Rife. Who was she trying to impress?

"You'd best let us handle this," Shane yelled back at the blonde in a serious tone. 

"Shane, hold up," Rick said beside me causing Shane to look at both of us. "Hershel wants to deal with walkers,".

Why does Hershel want to deal with them? Since when did he have an interest in them? Hershel has never brought up the topic of walkers let alone what to do with them to me.

"What for man?" Shane replied while making his way to us, "We got this covered,".

Rick shook his head before making his way to the fence with Shane and I following behind him. Once Rick got a better look at the Walker his face went white before looking at Shane.

"Shit, get her back!" Rick commanded Shane. Shane grabbed me trying to pull me back from the fence.

"Let me fucking go! I sware I will kick your balls inside of you." I say while struggling against Shanes's grip. This man should know better than to grab me.

That's when I saw Daryl was the one they were talking about. 

There is no way he is a walker. Daryl just like Merel could only kill himself. Not die to some walker.

Bitting Shanes's arm he momentarily loosened his grip. Taking this change I ran to walker Daryl as tears started to flood my eyes.

If Daryl truly was a walker my life would end right there. I have no place with this group without him. He has been the only person to understand me. The only person that showed they deeply cared for me.

Shane ended up catching up to me and grabbed my shirt causing me to hit the ground hard. More and more tears were running down my face. 

Slowly Rick raised his gun to Daryl's head. Squeezing my eyes shut I couldn't bear seeing what would happen next.

"That's the third time you pointed that thing at my head," Daryl grunted with little anger in his voice.

A sign of relief washed over my whole body with a small smile tugging at my lips. I can't express in words how grateful I am to hear his voice.

"You gonna pull the trigger or what?" Daryl said in silence with more anger.

Shane's grip loosened on me. Getting up I started to run to him.